ADVENT CALENDAR
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ADVENT CALENDAR
(2019)
Writing by Alex Singer | Illustrations by Jayd Aït-Kaci
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"Oh, surely you must admit Jacques was an absolute BLOWHARD."
"His sfeer maps were passable." "If you believe the sun revolves around the earth, maybe." |
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"Generally speaking, I am expected to execute anyone who shows disrespect to me and the contract I represent."
"Oh, hush. Don't you think it's pretty?" "...It is very pretty." |
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"So this is a holiday party, is it? And what a fine addition to my hoard, Knight-Captain! I shall treasure it for all eternity."
"You really don't have to, Miss May, he kind of does this every year -- wait, that's... not sarcasm is it..." |
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And so, while Charity and her brood were sadly deprived of any chickens for their holiday dinner, they did discover the reds contributed to their festivities in other peculiar ways.
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"Slimes! You did not tell me there would be slimes!"
"...Those are swamp cabbages." "THAT IS THE SAME THING." |
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"Jubilations! Many jubilations! Glowing ungulates! Imposter stars! Decapitated trees!"
"Yeah, that's the gist of it." |
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Purdy had her specs: "So, I'm thinking satellite service and a garage that'll fit at least two cars."
Red nodded approvingly. "Yard would work. Up the property value." "Zen garden?" "Wouldn't object." Cal diligently chewed the end of the icing bag. "Don't forget the crow's nest." Purdy and Red looked at him. "And some licorice for the barbed wire," continued Cal, unabashed. "What? Got to keep it fortified, don't ya?" Red thought about it. "He has a point." "No," said Purdy. |
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Case of the cursed Christmas ornaments wrapped. Love decided to keep a memento. Was the season, after all. Wonder had some smartass things to ponder about the flammability of a charmed tree. The dog had a difference of a opinion.
I stayed out of it. What did a few teethmarks on his prized hand-made shoes count for, anyway? |
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"Ah, my. Look at you. Haven't you gotten scrumptious?"
"Is that a question, Miss Cassia?" |
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"Can we train Casey to do that?"
"Avert your eyes and pray oh helpless lamb of God." "What?" "...No, dear, we can't." |
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I harvested it just for you.
"Harvested." Under the light of a blood moon, in the pale waters at the end of the mortal coil. "That sounds very festive, Florian." |
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"Yeah, we got -- hm. What was it? Four, five, six of them on ice here. Pretty fresh. We'll need a transport and a response team, standard de-thaw operation, and some peach schnapps."
"Tell me you're not using the comm line to put in a drink order." "Ginger ale for Church." |
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"I'll bee seeing you!"
"Elle--!" "Bee mine?" "!!!" "Flowers for my honey?" "I mean, yes, but..." "Happy bee-day!" "...Noo..." "Hark the Herald Angels Sting..." "...Oh my god." |
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All I knew was Calico King had himself a mission, and that mission was to assemble the best dressed group of minions this side of the waste.
Not sure what they thought of the new dress code, but, after a few corn cobs as a year-end bonus, they fell in line. |
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"Mm... Yes, I love it when you talk destruction of the imperial dogs to me, my dear."
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"...Hmph. At least the cushions are adequate this time. Are those new?"
"As new as the blankets, it seems." |
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"Fame and glory? Oh, my dear general. I don't need my name written in the stars. It's already there! Cygni Arcturus. Swanny Oxman. Not exactly elegant in translation, I'll admit. But it's something, don't you think? Now, I could push you through so that you could see those stars more firsthand. But I do actually really want to negotiate the passage of my people through those mountains, and that's easier if you're here. So, if you'd be so kind as to hear me out..."
"My Swanny Bearguard, do state your terms." |
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"Evil vanquished?" asked the prince, peering up through the rows of houses.
Liam blinked. Ronway yawned and stretched. "Ah, prince charming," muttered the demon. "He showed up five minutes ago. Didn't think it worth mentioning." "'Evil' is relative," admitted Liam, finally, giving Ronway an idle stroke along his back which, incidentally, shoved his smirking face out of Tibsy's view. He tapped the vines, lowering the alchemists down into the trash pile below. "More vaguely mediocre alchemists who'd been conning patients with false concoctions filled with an unbelievable amount of opium. Why do you ask?" "There's a pub up the road," admitted Tibsy. "Thought you might want to grab a bite. On me, of course!" "Good day at the ring?" "Great day at the ring," said Tibsy, "but that looked more strenuous. Want to come? Or do you have more work?" "Oh, there is no end to the do-gooding in these parts," drawled Ronway, who promptly turned into a sparrow as Liam stuffed him up his sleeve. "Evil can wait at least a little," said Liam. "Far be it from me to turn down a king's banquet, hm?" |
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"Don't suppose he could eat the snow."
"Only in your dreams." "...Hmph. Freeloader." |
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"Hello~! Tommy-boy~! And what have we here? Sending a card to someone? Your sister, mayhaps? Who perhaps you ought to write now and again?"
"...Just hand me the notes and go, Kath." |
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"There's not a lot to say on a day like this. People got their packs. People got their circles. Means something to have a light in the woods. Means something to have a place to come in from the cold. Guess there's still something about the sound of bells that gets to you. Might mean something to me. All I can think is of one thing, breathing down the door.
Heh. Happy hunting." |
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"HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!! Happy holidays! See? Let's do it like we practiced, Effie!!"
"And a happy new year?"
"And a happy new year!!!!"
"Y-yeah."
"And a happy new year?"
"And a happy new year!!!!"
"Y-yeah."
NOTES
Gallery Published December 2019.
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